Well, well, well…

As nice as it is to travel, it’s always nice to get back home, and crash in your own familiar bed. The letdown is when you arrive back later in the day, and no one has made up the bed, or rinsed out all the drink glasses. I do miss my room service…

We have returned to an unseasonal (for Alberta) weather pattern. Last year at this time, we scrambled to take down our gazebo, before the snow fell. Which it did. We had even turned our furnace on, which is entirely wrong for the middle of freakin' September...

Today, and for the next few days, we expect temperatures in the 20’s (Celsius), which is damn-near balmy for Canada. That sort of weather, over a prolonged period, plays hell with the ice blocks in our igloos.

Mrs. That Dan Guy stole a pen from our hotel room in Regina.

Yes, nice weather – it kind of lifts you up a bit, gives the weary old spirit a much-needed boost. Considering that we go from one week of summer, straight to winter, a few days of sunshine is about the only thing preventing us from popping children’s balloons as we walk past them on the sidewalk.

Mrs. That Dan Guy stole extra candies from the restaurant dish, up at the front counter when the hostess ran away to help put out a kitchen fire.

Why, a bout of warm weather is virtually medicinal to the soul! I’m inclined to join the birds, in their carefree twirping.

Hmmm. Spell-Check didn’t like that word. Maybe it’s chirping. I like twirping, myself…

Chow for now!!